Feldar took a piece of chalk from his pocket, and marked enough furniture to furnish an ordinary castle.
“This kind of chalk will not rub off,” he said, “and I’ve marked the things where it won’t show. But don’t overlook any of them. Now, where are your money-vaults?”
“Oh, good sir!” cried the dividing-agent, “you can’t go there, we don’t divide any of–I mean we haven’t any money-vaults!”
“Give me the key,” said Feldar.
“Oh, good sir!” cried Flipkrak, shaking with terror, “I must not let that go out of my keeping–I mean I haven’t got it.”
The giant made no answer, but taking the dividing-agent by the heels, he held him upside down in the air, and shook him. A big key dropped from his pockets.
“That’s the key, no doubt,” said the giant, putting the man down, and picking up the key. “I can find the vault by myself. I won’t trouble you any more.”
But as he went down to the lower parts of the castle, the dividing-agent ran after him, wailing and tearing his two-colored hair.
THE YOUNG GIANT’S WAY OF GETTING THE KEY